Republic of China

Chapter 37 The Return of the Soul
"Dad! Why are you here!"

Li Dongzhi's eyes almost popped out of his head.

Perhaps it was because he had experienced so many evil things recently that he was not so frightened that he collapsed on the ground.

The old man blew out a smoke ring and waved cheerfully, "You little bastard, come here and let your father be proud of you."

Li Dongzhi looked around, and no one seemed to notice anything unusual.

Today is the first seven days. Could it be that my father has really returned to his soul?

After thinking about it, I finally gritted my teeth and walked over. After all, there were two brothers in charge, so nothing would happen.

"Why are you dawdling? Believe it or not, I will slap you!" The old man raised his cigarette pole and was about to hit you.

When Li Dongzhi saw this familiar tone and movement, the tip of his nose suddenly became sore and he quickly knelt down in front of the old man.

"Dad! My son is unfilial. He didn't have time to see you for the last time. All the mistakes he made are his fault. If God takes pity on you as a father in the next life, I will definitely take care of you until you die!"

The old man put down the cigarette rod and kindly wanted to reach out and touch his son, but in the end he did not touch him.

"A man is upright, so why are you bitching so much? Hold it back for me."

It is estimated that the old man also had a bad temper during his lifetime, and his words were foul and arrogant, but to Li Dongzhi's ears, they were the kindest words in the world.

He just wanted to listen to it forever and fulfill his filial piety at his knees.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind keeps on, and the child wants to support but the kiss does not wait.

Li Dongzhi completely felt how helpless these words were.

The old man blew his beard and glared: "I think back when I traveled to Guandong alone, I fought my way through the wind and rain, wallowing among the dead. With just a steelyard, I took root in the black soil and had five children. Help your grandchildren, the younger ones can’t even be mentioned right now, but you are the most promising among the older ones. No matter how big things happen in the future, we must always be the same as one."

Li Dongzhi wiped away his tears and nodded heavily, "But dad, my eldest brother is gone. My son doesn't have the ability to carry it."

Hearing these words, the old man rarely scolded him.

Thousands of words, turned into a sigh.

"Boss, this is his destiny. Don't blame him. Those who are alive should live well. You must bear the great difficulties."

Li Dongzhi didn't quite understand why he wanted to blame his elder brother, but none of that mattered at the moment. He nodded heavily, "I understand, Dad. I will do my best. I just hope that Dad won't blame his son for not sending you on his last journey."

Unexpectedly, the old man sneered, "What are you going to give me? You're all fucking vain. Can you accompany me or extend my life? Living well is better than anything else."

"Don't look at your father, I haven't read a few novels, but I know the righteousness of the family and the country. You are not smoking outside and visiting the brothels. You are doing errands for the court and our country. I would rather let you continue. I'm laying railways for Yanhuang, but I don't want you to come back and shovel black soil."

Not seeing his biological father off for the last time was the biggest knot in Li Dongzhi's heart.

When I heard my father's words this time, I felt relieved and had a smile on my face.

What if outsiders say that I have forgotten filial piety for the sake of fame and fortune?

Dad is dad, he understands.

"And that girl Doumiao, I possessed her in the beginning."

"what?"

The old man had an angry look on his face, "Ah what? I told you before not to do all those bells and whistles in the main hall, but instead, I made a bunch of glass pieces. On the contrary, it took me two days after my death to realize that I was dead. I originally wanted to use Xiaodou Miao. I told you to remove your things, but you found someone secretly causing harm to our Lao Li family."

Even after he died, the old man was still very understanding and found that there were many things wrong in the family, especially when Mr. Yin Yang, whom the third daughter had brought in, felt uncomfortable.

Sure enough, there was something wrong with that little kid, and that was how he cursed at the third daughter's bedside that night.

However, the three girls were so frightened that they did not remember what they heard.

Later, the old man used Li Doumiao's body to lock up the big black dog many times, and stewed the two tabby cats to avoid future troubles.

As for eating fish, it is also very simple.The old man loved to eat fish when he was alive.

I'm going to die anyway, so it's better to have a taste at the end.

Unfortunately, Li Guyu discovered the clue last night and imprisoned the old man's soul on the soul-destroying flag. It was not until the strange Taoist priest and Li Guyu were killed that the old man's soul was freed.

As a former head of the family, he still has to worry about his children and grandchildren until he dies. Maybe every parent has this mentality.

The secluded temples are especially bright for the people of the world.

"A good man has three gangs, and a fence has three stakes. I think the two boys who came with you are good. They really worked hard for our old Li family. You have to repay the favor. There is also the old girl. She has a hard life. You... Be careful when you are the fourth brother.

After that, the old man knocked his cigarette stick on the soles of his feet and stood up, "Okay, that's all for the chat, let's move on."

Li Dongzhi looked anxious, and hot tears couldn't stop flowing down.

He stretched out his hand to grab his father, but when he stood up, he used too much force and fell.

"Dad, why are you kowtowing to me?"

When he raised his head, he found Zhao Sanyuan standing in front of him holding Li Doumiao. There was no other old father anywhere.

From his perspective, Li Dongzhi's funeral was an arduous process.

He didn't know whether what he saw at that time was an illusion.

But the knot in my heart was relieved and I felt relieved.

After returning from the burial, I squatted alone on the bed and cried loudly. When I came out again, I had returned to my usual smooth and slightly obscene appearance.

The first thing to do is naturally to entertain the guests and help the powerful men.

Delicious food and drink are served.

Then comes the family dinner.

To be precise, it was a special banquet for Zhao Sanyuan and Kang Muang.

Although Li Dongzhi and others are still unclear about what happened, they all regard the two as close friends.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was pretty good.

The four brothers and sisters toasted to the two of them frequently, and Li Wansong, the junior, did not show any weirdness. He thanked Zhao Sanyuan for helping to kill the enemy who killed his father, and thanked Kang Muang for helping his grandfather and father to be laid to rest.

Zhao Sanyuan refused to refuse anyone who came, worked hard and played with Li Doumiao from time to time.

It’s just that I’m not very good at drinking, and I feel a little dizzy after one glass of wine.

In the past, when encountering similar situations, I basically asked the Immortal Family to do it for me.

This kind of free opportunity to drink heavily, the old immortal who is good at drinking will definitely not miss it.

It is very common for immortals to satisfy their cravings.

Most Dingxiang disciples have experienced it.

For example, Changxian Mangxian has almost no resistance to eggs, and he has to eat a plate of them.

Fox fairies and yellow fairies like to eat chicken, this is their nature.

But no matter which fairy clan you belong to, good wine is inevitable, the difference is just more or less.

Some disciples who have not yet opened an incense hall, before they know their destiny, will find from time to time that when they drink alcohol, they are like a murderer coming to kill the god. Not the slightest bit tipsy.

In the final analysis two words.

(End of this chapter)